2. Feed her tidbits to keep her interest. Small portions, just enough information to intrigue. Begin giving her short rules- an orgasm allowed here, and denied there is a good start. Keeping her on the edge will begin a deep-seated craving that will draw her deeper into her need for you.

Her phone chimed late afternoon on the second day. She’d not heard from him the night before, this morning, nor at noontime. She wondered, really, what he did that kept this staccato communication. She thought about asking for his number so that he and she could talk. She wondered what his voice sounded like. Would it be a thin high voice from an older man? Or a voice with an accent?

And when the fuck was he going to give her an orgasm?

Of course, her phone finally vibed when she was in the middle of a meeting, when she couldn’t break attention to even peer a little at what she knew was his text.

Thirty-four minutes later the meeting broke up, and she darted into the ladies room, into a stall, and took out her phone.

You may have your orgasm now. Yes, I know you are at work. You have 30 minutes from receiving this text to get it done, or you’ll have to deal with being “super-horny” for another day.

Thirty minutes? But her meeting had just gotten over and it was now 8 minutes past the deadline! That wasn’t fair, not at all!

She sent a text saying the same. And was shocked when she got a reply in minutes.

That’s the way it goes sometimes. We’ll talk tomorrow and see how you’re doing. By the way, when you get home, before you get out of your car, in your driveway, reach up under your skirt and rub your juicy little clit for me. For a minute, no longer. Good girl.

She was torn between frustration and admiration. He’d fucked her over! And, incredibly, it turned her on immensely.

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For over 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.